Well, someone (specifically, IMAFANOFU) requested another one-shot from the Second Chances Reality series that involved baby Harry. Conveniently, I had this story sitting on my laptop for a while of a time when Harry was three (not quite a baby, but a tot). This scene is referenced in To Have a Second Chance when Severus brings Harry along to Hogwarts to meet with Slughorn for the Potions Professor job. I hadn't posted it due to its short length, but I've added my final touches and here you all go!

Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter

Harry stared in awe at the TV as he watched a commercial featuring a man hang gliding over beautiful mountains. That man was flying!

"Daddy!" Harry called out, walking towards the dining area where he had last seen his father.

"I'm coming," Daddy said, bringing his sippy cup. Daddy held out his sippy cup to him. "Your orange juice."

Harry suddenly remembered he had asked for orange juice. He accepted his sippy cup but walked back to the TV. "Daddy, I want to do that!"

"Do what?" Daddy asked, following Harry to the TV. But the TV was showing other things, like a big statue. Where did the flying man go? He heard Daddy ask, "You want to go on a vacation in Rio?"

Then, the hang gliding man came back on.

"No, no," Harry shook his head and pointed at the man, tapping him on the screen. "I want to do that. I want to fly."

Daddy chuckled and then the scene changed to some mountain and ocean scene with funny markings that looked like "Rio de Janeiro." Whatever that said, it wasn't important, and Harry pouted as the flying man had vanished. Daddy ruffled his hair and said, "Maybe one day when you're older you can hang glide. Much older."

Hang glide? What was that and what did it have to do with flying? Harry just wanted to fly. Surely his Daddy could make that happen somehow.

"You make me fly?"

"I can't just make you fly, Harry," Daddy laughed. "How would you like me to do that?"

"You use your wand?" Harry suggested, running over to the dining table where Daddy had set down his wand to make juice for him. Harry was just about to reach up and grab it from the table when Daddy beat him to it. Daddy was fast!

"Ah-ah!" Daddy said, snatching the wand and sliding it up a sleeve. "What have I told you about my wand, Harry? Do you remember?"

"Not to touch?"

"Yes. You are not to touch it. And there isn't a spell that would make you fly. Safely, anyway. You would need wings to fly."

"Like Phantom has wings?" Harry said, remembering his father's owl.

"Yes. Phantom is a bird and birds can fly. You are not a bird, so you cannot fly."

"Can you turn me into a bird?"

"I'm not going to," Daddy smiled.

"Why?"

"Because I like you as a human boy. Now, Daddy has to go work on a few things in his lab, would you like to come down and help me?"

Harry took a long drink from his orange juice, staring at Daddy as he did so. When he paused to breathe, he said, "Okay. I can help stir?"

"Only if I say you can. Do you remember my rules when you are in my lab with me?"

"I remember."

"Can you tell me the rules?"

"Yeah."

Daddy just stared at him for a moment before laughing and taking Harry's hand to lead him to the potions lab. Harry wasn't sure what Daddy found so funny. All he said was that he knew the rules and he could tell them to his father. Harry frowned as he tried to find where the joke was in all that. Daddies were just silly sometimes.

"What I meant, Harry," Daddy was saying, "was if you could recite the rules to me. Tell me the rules so that I know you know them."

"Oh, why didn't you just say that? Silly Daddy."

"Yes, silly me. Rule number one?"

"Stay with Daddy."

"Good. And rule number two?"

"Listen to Daddy."

"Yes. And rule number three?"

"Don't touch anything unless you say it's okay."

"I guess you do remember them all."

"See, I told you I remember them all." Harry smiled up at his father, who smiled back down at him.

Once downstairs in the lab, Harry was lifted and set down on a tall stool. He watched Daddy gather a few things and a cauldron flew over to the table Harry was sitting near. Harry gathered his knees under him, so he was kneeling on the stool. He peered into the clean, empty cauldron – already imagining the possibilities. It was so cool watching Daddy make potions – especially when they changed colors or made bubbles or smoke fly up into the air. And Harry loved helping Daddy even more. He could throw in ingredients and stir sometimes. Nothing could be more fun than making potions.

Suddenly, Harry felt a firm pat on his bottom. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to make him sit down to avoid any more. Harry gave his Daddy a pouty face, puckering out his lower lip. But Daddy just gave him a look as he set down a few things on the table. Meanie Daddy.

"Bottom on seat. Or you'll be back upstairs, and I'll call for a babysitter."

"No, I sit and stay here and help."

"Then make sure you are sitting correctly. We are going to make a Pepperup Potion."

"But we already made that one."

"I know. But it's a high demand potion. Since we've made it before, surely you can tell me the ingredients?"

"Yeah. I take Pepperup before."

"Yes, you have."

"I-I took it when I was feeling bad . . . and I take it and it make smoke come out of my ears. I was like – like a train because I have smoke come out my ears." Harry laughed as he told his story.

"You were like a train, huh? That's rather funny."

"Yeah, and when I had smoke come out my ears, it was – it was tickling me."

"That's a good story, Harry. Now, do you remember what we do first for a Pepperup Potion? We take . . ." Daddy picked up a big cup of water. Harry thought Daddy had called the cup a beaker before.

"That's water," Harry informed his father.

"Yes, how many cups of water?"

"Umm . . ."

Daddy held up three fingers helpfully.

"Three! Like me!"

"Yes. Just like you. Would you like to pour?"

"I pour it."

Harry helped his father pour the water from the beaker into the cauldron, which had a fire under it. Daddy then said they had to wait for it to boil and Harry happily told his father about how he had smoke coming out of his ears when he took the potion, also adding in that he had fallen out of his bed because he forgot that he didn't have side thingies on his bed anymore. It was a big boy bed. Daddy just laughed along and smiled at him. Finally, the water was boiling. Harry clapped happily.

"Do you remember what happens next?" Daddy asked, tapping a container of strange, tiny, black things.

"We put those thingies in!" Harry said, reaching to grab a handful. Only Daddy pushed the container out of his reach.

"How much of these things?" Daddy picked up a spoon.

"That much!" Harry said, reaching for the spoon that Daddy let him have.

"A teaspoon of beetle eyes."

"A teaspoon of beetle eyes," Harry repeated. Harry made sure to carefully fill his teaspoon, allowing Daddy to scrape off the excess, before dumping the eyes into the cauldron.

"And now, we stir two times clockwise."

Harry grabbed the large spoon and helped Daddy stir twice. This was so much fun! It was just like when he and Daddy cooked together.

"And now," Daddy said, picking up a tiny spoon and dipping it into a weird, reddish vial. "Two drops of dragon's blood – one of its twelve uses."

"Eww!" Harry made a face and watched as Daddy held the spoon over the cauldron and allowed two drops to fall from the spoon before incinerating the spoon in a quick ball of flames that burned out in the air. Harry clapped his hands at that. Then, he helped Daddy use the mortar and pestle to grind bicorn horn into a fine powder and dump it into the cauldron. Harry squealed in delight as a crimson vapor emitted from the potion, rising up and poofing away.

"A tablespoon of honey," Daddy said, adding the ingredient in. Harry got to have his own spoon to taste the honey – just to make sure it was okay to use in the potion.

"Mandrake root!" Harry said, pointing at the next ingredient.

"Very good. And we have to do what to it first?"

"Throw it in?"

"Before we throw it in." After a pause, Daddy added, "we dice it."

Harry watched as his father diced the root and then he helped Daddy pick up the pieces and drop it in the cauldron. Daddy then said it needed to be stirred all over again two more times clockwise and he helped Daddy do just that.

"And finally, mint leaves."

Harry clapped his hands and helped Daddy pick off the needed leaves to throw in the cauldron.

"It's orange!" Harry announced, gladly admiring his masterpiece. And Daddy's masterpiece, too. "Like my orange juice."

"It is, isn't it? And all that's left now is to let it simmer for a while. How about we go have lunch while that happens?"

"What's simmer?"

"It needs to stay warm for a bit longer. Come on, let's go upstairs. How does chicken nuggets sound?"

"Like the dinosaurs?"

"Yes, those ones."

"Yummy! I like the T-rex one because it's . . . it can eat the other dinosaurs and it can roar and be scary. And T-rex is king dinosaur."

"Is that so? T-rex also likes to eat little boys! Roar!"

Harry screamed as Daddy chased him up the stairs. He was captured before he could run to the living room and lifted up in Daddy's arms where his father began to "eat" him, making him laugh and squirm. After Daddy must have had his fill, Harry was set back down and led to the kitchen for dinosaur chicken nuggets and a fruit salad. He played with the dinosaurs (even though Daddy had a no playing with food rule, he made an exception with the dinosaurs), challenging the T-rex with the Stegosaurus. After Harry had eaten his fill, the floo flared up and Daddy went to go see who was calling. Harry stayed at the table finishing up his orange juice in his sippy cup. It sounded like Daddy was talking to someone through the floo.

"Harry!" Daddy's voice called to him. Harry walked out to the living room. There was a flaming head of someone Harry didn't recognize – maybe a customer ordering some potions? Daddy looked at him and said, "Play out here for a bit until I'm done alright?"

"I play with my train," Harry said, picking up a mini train.

Daddy nodded and looked back at the floo, speaking to the person about prices and allergies and boring stuff. Harry choo-chooed his train around the room, trailing up the couch and over the cushions. Then, flapping wings caught his attention.

Harry looked up in time to see Phantom, Daddy's grey owl, fly out an open window in the living room. Harry left his train and ran over to the window, standing on his tippy toes to look out.

"Phantom!" Harry called. Sometimes Phantom would go out for a hunt or just to fly around.

Suddenly remembering his wish to fly, Harry looked at Daddy to see him distracted by the floo caller. He ran to the front door and quickly snuck outside, looking around for the owl. Maybe Phantom could lend some magic feathers like Dumbo. Although Harry didn't have big ears. At least, he didn't think they were big. Maybe feathers wouldn't help.

Harry sighed and thought maybe he should go back inside. Maybe Daddy would need more help with his potions.

A potion!

There was his answer! Potions could do anything! All he needed was a flying potion. But he wasn't allowed downstairs without Daddy. But maybe he could use ingredients he could find elsewhere, like the kitchen, or outside in Daddy's garden. Harry ran back inside, quietly sneaking past his busy father and finding a bowl and spoon. He looked around the kitchen for things that would make a flying potion.

What was a flying potion made of? Did one even exist? Maybe he could invent a flying potion – like Daddy invented potions sometimes!

Harry saw remaining blueberries from the fruit salad and put them in his bowl. Blueberries would make his potion taste good and not like Daddy's gross ones.

"A handful of blueberries," Harry said. "I need water!"

Harry reached for the sink faucet handle in the kitchen, but he just couldn't reach it. He pouted but then remembered the bathroom in the hall had a step stool for him. Harry ran to the bathroom and managed to turn the sink on in there. He filled the bowl half way.

"Three cups of water," he said as he smushed the blueberries in it.

Harry ran out of the bathroom, being careful not to spill anything. Daddy was still talking, so Harry opened the front door and ran back outside and looked around for things in the yard to add to his flying potion. Things that would make him fly . . .

A feather! That was perfect. Just like Dumbo. But it would go in his potion.

Harry picked up the black feather and dropped it in his potion.

"One feather! And stir two times." Harry did just that.

Harry ran around the house to the back and tugged at the gate to his father's garden. It wouldn't budge. He looked closely at it, scratching his head as he stared at the strange latch thing that kept him from getting in.

"Hoo!" came an owl's call.

Harry looked up to see Phantom flying down towards him, landing on top of the gate and looking down at Harry.

"Phantom!" Harry said happily.

"Hoo!" Phantom responded, tilting his head curiously.

Harry copied the owl, tilting his own head and smiling at him. Then, remembering his problem, he pointed at the latch and said, "Open that, Phantom!"

The owl just stared at Harry with wide, unblinking eyes. Harry was about to ask again when Phantom looked down at the simple hook and used a talon to slip the hook out of the eye bolt. Phantom looked back up at Harry and tilted his head.

"Hoo!"

Harry squealed happily and clapped his hands, opening the gate and running into the garden patch, trampling some mint plants. Harry picked a few baneberries and threw them in his bowl, smushing those as well.

"A teaspoon of more berries."

Harry pulled at some dittany plants, ripping up the leafy parts and adding them to his bowl, mixing everything together.

"Green things," Harry said, "but first we dice them. And now stir two times."

Harry looked around the garden, spotting a pile of knotgrass. He struggled to uproot a handful and fell on his back when a few blades finally gave. Harry struggled to rip the blades in his hand so decided to just throw them in as they were. It was the watery part he would need anyway; the grass would just add magic to it. Harry looked around the garden once more, thinking back to what he had done earlier. Daddy had added dragon blood to his Pepperup Potion. Maybe blood from an animal that flies? Phantom was still sitting on the gate watching the boy wreck the garden. Harry smiled and stood. He wasn't sure how he would get blood from the owl – maybe if he just asked Phantom for it like for the gate?

"Phantom!" Harry called to the bird, walking over to him. "Two drops owl blood, please."

"Hoo!" Phantom flapped his wings and quickly took to the air, flying away from the boy and back to the house.

"Aww," Harry pouted. Maybe Phantom didn't have any owl blood?

Oh well, maybe he didn't need that. He looked around the garden again before spotting some green plants with three leaves in a far corner. Three leaf plants were what Daddy said was for good luck! Maybe that was the last thing he needed! Harry trampled over different things to get to the corner to add crumpled up pieces of the plant to his bowl.

"And stir two times again!" Harry clapped his hands as he smiled at his success. "Now we have to let it simmer."

Harry wondered how he was supposed to keep it warm. He looked up at the sun, squinting. He looked down at his bowl. Then, he held up his bowl to the sun. That should keep the new potion warm. Harry wondered how long he should warm it for.

"Harry!" Daddy's voice called out.

"I'm in here, Daddy!" Harry responded.

Daddy appeared around the house and his eyes widened at the sight of the garden.

"What did you do – you've trampled everything in there! I've told you to stay out of my garden. What are you doing?"

Daddy stepped through the gate and walked over to Harry, squatting in front of where the boy sat.

"I'm simmering my potion."

"Your potion?" Daddy frowned.

"It's my flying potion. I invented it. Just like you, Daddy. I made sure to stir two times, too. I'm going to fly!"

Daddy chuckled and smiled at him, Harry happily beaming back. He lowered the bowl to scratch at his nose for a second. Simmering was exhausting work. But his potion looked ready. Even if it was an ugly greenish brown and reminded him more of the spinach his Daddy tried to make him eat. But not all potions were pretty. Time to fly! Harry raised the bowl to his lips.

"Harry, no!" Daddy suddenly shouted, snatching the bowl away from him.

Harry felt his eyes immediately water as he watched Daddy look in the bowl, taking the spoon and digging through the contents. Why no? Why did Daddy take his flying potion away? Did Daddy not want him to fly? Harry sniffled, and his lips trembled before he began to cry loudly.

"Harry," Daddy's voice said in a softer tone. But Harry kept crying even as Daddy pulled him into a hug. Harry wrapped his arms around his Daddy's neck, crying into the man's shirt. "I'm sorry for taking away your work, but it wasn't a real potion, son. I know you put a lot of effort into it, but it wouldn't have worked anyway."

"Why not work?"

"Well, because you can't just throw a bunch of plants and berries together and expect a potion. Every ingredient has a purpose. And there needs to be a magical quality to everything and you're just not there yet to make a potion. This here isn't a potion. If you drank it, you could have made yourself really sick."

"But I want to fly!" Harry cried, rubbing at his cheeks, scratching at the itchy feel of his tears.

"I know, but this isn't the answer. We'll have to dump it. And look at what you did to my garden! And you know better than to leave the house without my permission, young man."

"I'm sorry," Harry said, wiping at his nose.

"I should probably invest in some kind of baby lock on that front door, huh?"

Harry shook his head and Daddy chuckled. Then Daddy scratched at his neck.

"One of your ingredients didn't happen to be poison ivy, did it?"

Harry shrugged, scratching at his face once more, his tears finally ending. Daddy sighed and picked Harry up. "I guess I should get us both an itch relief potion before we're scratching like monkeys."

Harry laughed and cried, "ooh-ooh-aah-aah!"

"I'm too late! You're already a little monkey!" Daddy rubbed his nose against Harry's, then regretted it as his nose itched aggressively. "Let's go get that potion and then we'll see about flying."

Later that same day, Daddy carried Harry outside and set him down while he held out a hand a summoned a broom. He mounted the broom and picked up Harry, settling him in front.

"Since my little monkey is so eager to fly," Daddy said to an excited Harry, "I think we will go for a little spin around the house. What do you say, Harry?"

"Fly!" Harry screamed with glee.

Daddy snorted and took off into the air slowly, going hardly five miles an hour. However, it was enough to make Harry laugh in delight as he looked down at the ground from his new perspective. He was finally flying! This was amazing! Harry kicked his feet, wishing he could make the broom go faster. He looked up at his Daddy, who smiled down at him before circling around the house. They flew around the yard for twenty minutes before Daddy decided to land, not wanting to overdo it with his son.

"Again, again!" Harry cried as Daddy set him on the ground and dismounted.

"Another time, Harry." Daddy sent the broom flying back to wherever it came from. Harry wondered if he could look for it later, but Daddy probably had a good hiding spot. Harry pouted until Daddy picked him up and threw him in the air, catching him. Harry giggled.

"I hope that cures you of this flying phase you are going through. Honestly, I like it better when you have both feet on the ground."

"I like to fly!" Harry insisted. "I want to fly a broom when I'm older."

"Oh no," Daddy shook his head, holding Harry up, "what have I done to you?"

Harry beamed and snuggled against his father as he was carried back inside. He couldn't wait to fly again. Too bad his flying potion was ruined - dumped and burned since the poison ivy was in it. Daddy said it wouldn't have worked, but maybe it was just the wrong ingredients? Maybe he didn't need the potion – he had the next best thing. A Daddy and a broomstick.

Hope you loved it!